Edward Cullen:
[to Jacob, whose holding Bella as she sleeps & looking at her tenderly]
Can you at least *attempt* to control your thoughts?
Jacob Black:
[beat; looking at Edward]
I really get under that ice-cold skin of yours, don't I.
[tilts his head]
Jacob Black:
What? Are you doubting her feelings for you?
[Edward says nothing, looks cross; Jake scoffs]
Jacob Black:
Nice. So picking my brain is OK, but letting me into yours, forget it.
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